Jim called me and told me he needed to be humiliated. He’s a college student and we’ve had humiliation phone sex “dates” before. I love working with him! Immediately, I stripped him naked and tossed his clothes in a heap onto the floor. (He hates his clothes wrinkled!) I bent him over to check his ass, to see if he’s been cleaning himself adequately and, surprisingly, he was 100% clean. He smiled and said he’s been trying hard to stay clean for me. Good boy.
While Jim liked when I dressed him in women’s clothes (well, let’s say it made him feel humiliated to some extent), I knew that dressing him as a puppy was even harder for him to deal with. I’d had some cute doggie clothes made in his size… a doggie sweater he could wear over his arms and chest while leaving his bottom half open to me and my wishes. Mmmm.
What he didn’t know was while we were getting ready upstairs, a party was assembling downstairs. He thought we were just going to be “playing” with each other. Ha! I was going to really get him hot and bothered… and completely humiliated… downstairs.
As soon as he got his dog shirt on, he was relegated to the floor, on hands and knees, the rest of the night. He was only to “woof” to talk, but could show me what he wanted, but only in a doggie way. (We were now onto humiliation dog phone sex talk!)
There was one thing more I wanted to do to bring him into his true doggie self. I fished through one of my drawers and found what I was looking for. Licking it, I told the dog to pull his ass cheeks apart and when he did, I pushed in a butt plug that had a curly doggie’s tale on it.
“Perfect!” I said.
After I got dressed, with my “dog” at my side, we went downstairs to the party… the one Jim was not expecting at all. He stopped on the stairs when he realized there were people down there… looked up at me and whined. I laughed and smacked his bare ass, signaling him to get on downstairs.
I had a dog’s food and water dish waiting for him with some Vienna Sausages in the food side. He hesitated, but I nudged him to go eat what I’d set out for him. Without his hands, he was messy! He lapped up some water afterwards.
I had one more focused thing to do with my new dog before I could let him loose to roam the party without me, allowing the others to pet and play with him, too. I took him outside to go to the bathroom. He looked up at me filled with dread and I just laughed and said, “Make!” so he walked out to the tree, lifted his leg and peed on the tree. “Good boy!” I told him. “You come get me if you have to poop; I want to watch. Okay?” He nodded his acquiescence and I turned to go to my party goers.
“Are you having fun?” I asked Jim on our humiliation phone sex call. He whimpered that, indeed, he was.
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